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December 7, 2013

Greyfriars Bobby Statue

I think to call Edinburgh home would be some what of an overstatement. Edinburgh is where I was brought up and where a lot of my family live. I am very proud to be from such a beautiful place and to be Scottish but when I get back to Edinburgh, I never have that “home” feeling. I don’t know if it is something genetic missing inside me. Maybe I am a gypsy or maybe my wanderlust really has got the better of me. When I arrived in Scotland, yeah it felt nice to see friends and family, but it felt like I was going on holiday. Not like coming home. Sad in a way. But I don’t ever get that feeling of being homesick. So I guess in some way I’m lucky not broken.

The first thing I did when I arrived in Edinburgh was go to the supermarket. In a jet lagged daze I wandered around the aisles. Delirious with tiredness and excitement. I picked up some toiletries and a giant tube of Smarties. I have only been gone a year but everything in Scotland has gotten so expensive. It is 70p for a Mars Bar. 70p! I’m sure when I left they cost 35p. You must have to be a millionaire to eat Mars Bars on a regular basis.

Next I went to sleep. For 2 days. I was only woken up by an official from the Guinness Book of Records banging on my door to tell me I had broken the World record for longest sleep ever. Yeah me. I did not sleep for a year, I had a lot of catching up to do. When I finally emerged from my cave I was ready for some long overdue catching up with my family and friends. I had a lovely week shopping, lunching, practicing my Scottish accent and doing the touristy things I like to do when I make my yearly visit back to The Burgh. I had a father and daughter day to the Museum of Scotland. Since I was little the museum has always been one of my favourite places on the planet. I remember pressing all the buttons in the train rooms and smelling all the musty clothes in the fashion exhibit and being amazed at the stuffed dodo. Now the museum has had its super swish makeover I love it even more. And it is free! We went to see the Mary Queen of Scots exhibit. Very informative and popular. The highlight for me was seeing Mary’s handwritten letters. Before she was executed she made arrangements for her household staff to be paid. A very inspiring lady. Almost as inspiring as the falafel wraps we devoured afterwards.

We stopped off at Greyfriar’s Bobby statue on George V Bridge. I love this little doggy like he is my own pet and I always make a point of stopping off to see him whenever I am in town. Wee Bobby is a Scottish Hero. He was such a loyal pet that after his owner died he spent the rest of his life sitting on his grave. I couldn’t help but notice that Bobby was looking a bit worse for wear. His usual all black ensemble was now marred by a very gold nose. I watched as a tourist walked up to the statue and rubbed him on his little nose. “What?!?!? Don’t touch him” I squawked. Then another person touched his nose, then another, then another. I was smacking hands away left and right. Apparently touching Bobby’s nose will bring you good luck. WHAT THE HELL!???!?!? That is not a thing. That statue has been there for more than a century. Never ever ever has it been considered good luck to touch it. Stop touching him. It is not a thing!!!

VISITORS TO EDINBURGH. DO NOT TOUCH HIS LITTLE NOSE OR I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER HAVE SALSA TO DIP YOUR NACHOS INTO AGAIN. EVER.

My next tourist stop was a trip to Rosslyn Chapel, made famous by The Da Vinci Code, with one of my besties Katie. The autumnal landscape around the church was beautiful as is the outside of the Chapel. We did not go inside because admission costs NINE BLOODY POUND. I have been inside before anyway and I can tell you it is nice but it is not that nice. For almost 20 quid I would like Tom Hanks himself to give us a guided tour. Katie and I decided that one day we would be rich enough to go inside Rosslyn Chapel. So rich we could eat Mars Bars every day. We still had a good time larking around outside, taking pictures of little doors and smizing and getting hungry for a Sunday Roast at the Rosslyn Pub. Mmmmmmmm….. so good. Beef, gravy, Yorkshire puddings. It was delicious. The stuff dreams are made of. So good to spend time with someone I don’t get to see nearly enough of.

The weather was beautiful for most of my stay. Chilly without being cold and still sunny. One day it started to rain and a hurricane warning was issued. Yip, I came from Mexico to a bloody hurricane warning in the UK. About 10 minutes after it started raining I went online and booked my flight back to Mexico for the following day. I arrived in Edinburgh on the Tuesday and left on the Sunday night. My flight cost a small fortune. I took a freezing cold night bus from Edinburgh to Manchester Airport. I then sat waiting at the airport for hours to check in. After my Dreamliner experience a week before I was dismayed to be greeted by a cramped old plane. Due to the high winds the flight was delayed in the air. There were no good movies playing. When my plane finally arrived two hours late at Cancun airport it was pouring with rain. But it was so worth it. I needed to come back. I had left a piece of myself in Mexico and I could not wait to collect it. Coming back to Isla Mujeres that night felt more like going home than Scotland ever did.

8 Comments leave one →
  1. Kristi permalink
    December 8, 2013 2:44 am

    Something about that “island” keeps one coming back for more!

  2. December 8, 2013 6:13 pm

    I still haven’t been to Scotland. Love the photos and glad you got caught up on your sleep :)

  3. December 11, 2013 3:53 am

    :lol: :lol:
    Love the humors on this post. I also feel that with my very own motherland. I have been embracing different cultures, and sometimes I feel like cheating. I feel like the present moment, like now in Japan, where I am learning so much about another place the more I drift away from my own. Whenever I go back to my hometown, I also do feel like a tourist.

  4. December 11, 2013 3:55 am

    Ow, now that I think about it. I never really do the touching even if people say it brings good luck or whatever. I’m just not that kind.

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